Chapter threePepper –
Azim and Jamal are gone. If you’re out there, if you’re still alive — – I don’t know if you are — – we’re alone now. Just you and me, kid.
There are two things a person really and truly can’t live without in this world anymore. A WorkMate and a chipcoin. Everything else can be left behind. But it meant leaving behind my t-shirt that had Auri’s blood on it. It was either leave it behind or get fragged when I went back to get it. I knew they’d be waiting for me. I caught a bot-car to the Central Park maglev station and bum-rushed my way onto a corporate skyhopper that was dropping off passengers. Burned out the bot-brain when I forced it to plot a jump. Five minutes later, I’m back at Trade Center Station and booking myself on the next train to Miami. I’m hopping off
